"Yes yes, you right of course." Alia's finger wiped the tears out of her own eye, and then placed it into her mouth, her eyes wide for a moment, and then looked away.

"Yes, if that if what we must do... then we must..." She stood up straight, but the idea of another war did not give her courage he meant to. She had lived her whole life in war, both as a child, and as an adult. In Arakkis she had fought to stop, and now she was brought to face it. Would her life ever be one of peace?

"I must not fear..."

And then looking out the window again into unfamiliar space, Alia did not study the sky, but her own reflection.

But she was afraid. Afraid of being alone...
And the familiar voice faded into the din of her mind, that rose and fell like the waves of fabled 'oceans'.